Letra

God damn the mufucking claren on e Stop with the cap you're embarrassing me Fuck with a boss who can cherish ur needs I love the money it's married to me These niggas they tyler perry to me Only exotic asparagus please If you against me just perish and bleed I tried I'm done with you I lied bout loving you I'm tired of fuckin you I win a w We spin we double through My gen so fucking blew FN that 22. It sin in front of you Your love Ruger it dance in your face like a stickup All of my niggas is balling like we playing pickup I keep that cult on my side like I'm a bishop XD gone knock out his breath like he got hiccups I cannot roll up no woods don't want a splinter So imma hit your bitch raw when we fuck in the back of the sprinter All of my neck is on brr feel like gucci yall niggas beginners My bank account look like I marry kardashian sisters From bedroom to runway i'm finna be there with the jenners Your money aint even point guard my shit stacking up like a center I just copped me a new 45. them hollow tips eat you for dinner Can't put my bitch in chanel imma prada her down that's a winner Your love
Writer(s): Dylan Cotton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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